A Proposal

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a short story about a man asking the woman he loves to marry him. Enjoy!!! I didn't write down their names for a reason....

Submitted: March 30, 2011

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Submitted: March 30, 2011



The Proposal

I looked at myself in the mirror, trying to practise what I wanted to say. Nothing to corny. I wasn't going to go down on bended knee and I defiantly wouldn't start to go on about how her eyes resembled the greatest of stars or anything mushy like that. I would just take her hand and ask if she wanted to marry me.

Simple, and easy to remember.

A knock at the door made me jump back from my reflection. I was so on edge and worried about tonight. I tried to calm my franticly beating heart and strode over to open the door. As I opened it, I glimpsed her perfect face, caught in the light of a street lamp. I took a moment to study her face, her features, and the way her soft brown hair fell across her face, the way her perfectly white teeth gleamed against her russet coloured skin when she smiled at me.

I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have found such a perfect woman.

I smiled back at her and opened the door wider so that she could step into the hallway. I could hear my dad in the kitchen, banging around pots and generally making sure that we knew we weren’t alone in the house.

I rolled my eyes towards the kitchen door and she giggled. I loved it when she laughed, when she was happy I was happy.

I bent my head and gently brushed my lips against hers. I slowly watched her face turn into a blush and she quickly kissed me back then looked at the floor.

I smiled to myself as I led her out of the house. I was going to take her to the restaurant where I asked her out, after finally getting up the guts to do so.

We held hands as we walked to the restaurant. It wasn’t that far away and I didn’t exactly have a car. The engine sort of blew up.

Long story.

It was how she and I actually met. But like I said, that’s another story for another day.

We got to the restaurant and found our seats with ease. I saw my beautiful companion gaze around her in wonder. She turned to me grinning.

“Isn’t it wonderful? Like a fairy story! Can you remember when you first asked me out here?” she asked with sparks in her eyes.  

I nodded and reached across the table to hold her hand.

I hope that wasn’t too corny, I thought to myself.

“I was so nervous that night.” I told her. “I thought I was going to mess up, and then you’d realise what a dork I really was. You looked so beautiful that night, just like you do tonight.”

She blushed and looked at our hands, clasped together on the table. My thumb was slowly moving in circles on the back of her hand. 

“I was nervous as well.” She admitted. “You didn’t look nervous, just uncomfortable. I was sure that you had changed your mind, and was trying to make up an excuse to leave.”  

I shook my head and leaned down to press a kiss to her knuckles.

I felt her run her fingers though my hair.

It felt nice.

I wanted her to run her fingers though my hair every day.

As my wife.

I sighed gently, thinking of us together. This was never going to happen if I didn’t pop the question any time soon…

I was seriously contemplating asking her right here and now but I reasoned with myself that we hadn’t even eaten yet. And I need something to drink to calm down my beating heart.

Preferably alcoholic.

I knew that I had many faults. Like leaving the toilet seat up, and not screwing the toothpaste lid on properly, or whistling tunelessly while I had a pee. I know because my dad told me all the time, but as far as I knew, the girl that I was set to marry had none.

As we ate, I watched every move she made. I was trying to find a fault with her, so that I could prepare myself for spending my entire life with that fault of hers.

I couldn’t find it.

I was struck with how perfect she was. Of course, I already knew that. But I was amazed at how many times she made me think that. Surely no-one has ever felt the way I do before?

The way I loved her with my very self, my being. I wouldn’t imagine a life without her.

 Well…I could but it was a lot like my life when I was in high school. In high school I was a…a player.


I would date the girls for fun and then dump them the next day. All the good girls would stay away from me, and the bad girls would flock towards me. Then I made the biggest mistake of my life. I convinced my best friend’s girlfriend to cheat on him.

 With me. 

That is something that I nearly took my life for. Not because my former best friend wanted to kill me after I had stolen his girl. But because I betrayed his trust in me.

But at the end of such a dark pit, a small light shined down on me. She came into town and changed me into a better person.

Man that was cliché!

But it was true. I like to think that I’m a much better man now. My days of catching girls are over. I just want one woman in my life now. And she was sitting right in front of me.

I was ready to spend the rest of my life with her. But was she ready to spend it with me?

I guess there’s only one way to find out, I thought to myself.  

We had both finished our meals and we weren’t talking. It was a comfortable silence.

I took a deep breath and I knew that this was the moment. The moment that I would remember for the rest of my life.  I was all set and ready; I had the ring in its box in my pocket and my heart was picking up speed.

“Honey?  Are you alright?” I heard her worried voice. I looked at her and smiled, telling her that I was fine.

Yeah F.I.N.E, I thought. I’m freaked out, insecure, neurotic and emotional.

I took another deep breath and looked at her from across the table. She was so beautiful. I felt my heartbeat slow down, just looking at her made me calmer.

“Will you marry me?” I blurted out.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, I shouted at myself. I hadn’t meant to blurt it out like that! Although…it wasn’t all flowery and mushy, or cliché.

I saw her blink at me and open her mouth to say something, but no words came out. I took the box out of my pocket and pressed it into her hand.

She slowly opened it. When she saw the ring inside she gasped and looked at me with tears in her eyes.

“I don’t know what to say.” She whispered.

I felt a lump in my throat and quickly swallowed, trying not to cry myself.

“Sweetheart, you mean everything to me and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. When we first met, I could feel that there was something about you that made me want to change myself. You have made me into a better person. Will you marry me?”

I had done it! I asked her to marry me! I felt a surge of relief, before realising that she had yet to give an answer.

She sat there with a wonderstruck expression on her face. She didn’t speak for what seemed like hours. But then she started to burst into tears.

I slid out of my seat and came over to her side. I sat down beside her and lifted my arm around her heaving shoulders.

“Shhh…sh…it’s alright. We don’t have to get married…maybe I was rushing things…” my voice trailed off as I saw her shaking her head.

“I want to marry you. I want you to be my husband! I love you!” she wiped away her tears, and beamed at me. It never ceases to amaze me how quickly woman’s emotions change.

“Are you sure?” I asked her. “I don’t want you to say yes, because I asked and that if you don’t say yes now, I won’t ask again, because I would wait and...” I could barely understand myself. I guess she didn’t either, because she pressed her lips lightly against her mine, making me forget what I was saying.

“I want to marry you because I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” She looked at me with her deep brown eyes and I could feel myself falling deeper and deeper into them, until it was just us two in the world. We were getting married! We were going to spend our lives together; maybe we would have few children, some grandchildren perhaps?

I slowly bent my head down to her and we shared a small kiss. It felt wonderful.

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